Hi all, I've written a new personal essay that I would love to share with you all. This essay is probably the most vulnerable piece of writing I've put out into the world. I talk about Wong Kar-Wai, Dante, Ingmar Bergman, Urusei Yatsura, and another Andrei Tarkovsky film.
“There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.” – Vladimir Lenin “Waiting for the end of the world, Dear Lord, I sincerely hope you're coming, ’cause you really st...
Angel on my left shoulder: "we should be better than the fascists and avoid trafficking in conspiratorial thinking" Devil on my right shoulder: "however, it's sucking up all the oxygen in the room and nobody is giving him the sympathy boost that would only feed his persecuted strongman bullshit"
Starting to think Porco Rosso is the best Hayao Miyazaki movie. 90% a hangout movie vibing with fun characters, 10% heartbreaking meditation on survivor's guilt. IMO the perfect ratio!
Thinking a lot about how the subtext of Oppenheimer is that the world won't end as long as the United States stays chill forever, while also half the movie is about megalomaniacs and jackboots already abusing our democratic systems
I'm not doing great with the knowledge that the rest of my life will be living under tyranny.
People are confused why Biden won the coin flip but chose to be on the right side of the debate stage instead of having the last closing remark, but the explanation is actually very simple: he always trained on the 2P side of the cabinet and has difficulty executing the 360 for Spinning Pile Driver
Noam Chomsky is important for many reasons but in particular he held progressives accountable to a high standard of media literacy and critical thinking -- something that frustrates me immensely when I interact with like-minded ideologues who did not get the memo
Ugh I am going to lose the rest of the summer to Shin Megami Tensei V Vengeance, aren't I
About to watch Nostalghia from Andrei Tarkovsky. my emotional health has been in the shitter so we'll see how this goes
Cronenberg movie about a guy who transforms into someone who buys sandals for the first time in 30 years, starring me specifically